My Fear (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

Chapter 64

The next few weeks were recovering and going to to Erudite to get stitches out, the cut on my cheek left a nasty scar--like I figured.

I've had therapy for my kneecap, it's not healed completely but now I can use crutches. It's been four weeks and the fingers are now healed and the casts are off. It still hurts, but I'd rather be on crutch than in the wheelchair.

Eric takes me back to the apartment, he took a lot of time off work. Me, I don't know if I want to go back, but I haven't talked to Eric about it. The kids are at school and it's just Eric and I.

I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror and look at the scar, Eric stands in the threshold watching me. The scar starts from the bottom of my right eye down to my jawline.

"My face looks terrible," I run a finger along the scar.

"It's not that bad."

I shake my head and grab my crutches. I head to into the bedroom and shut the door before Eric could follow me. I sit on the bed and look at all my wounds, broken--that's what I was. I'm not going to let any of it define me. I am strong, Daniel can't have that power over me anymore.

It's almost like he knew if he was caught--if he died, I would still have an effect to Eric like I would be so broken when I got back to Eric that it would ruin him. I can't have that, I have to be strong for him. I have to act as if nothing happened. I have to somehow still be be the same Elena I was before the kidnapping.

The children have been great helping me out a lot when Eric was forced to go to work, he is the leader after all. I love them more than anything. They still feel weary around me, like they know I was lying about having a 'mission'. Eli acts like I'm broken and he's been helping me out the most. Ean has been helping with his siblings most, he's made us all sandwiches when Eric isn't home to make dinner. Emery keeps to himself. Phoenix helps out whenever Eli does, and Eloise keeps me company and I listen to her talk about a cute Dauntless boy in her class--his name is Blair.

Eero comes around every so often to ask me if I'm okay and I have to constantly reassure him that mommy is okay. He lays with me when I nap, sometime I wake up and he's there--along with Eli.

I grab my crutches and head into the living room. Eric is sitting on the couch and he makes room for me to lay down. I lay on the couch and put my feet up so it's resting on his lap. He rubs my feet and gives me a look.

"Not now, but I do want to go back to work." I rub scars along my hands, some of the nails are growing back but one or two are taking awhile.

"Good. You can workside me. Be my new partner."

I smile, "You think that's a good idea?"

"No." He shakes his head and smile. "It's a terrible one, but what can I do? I can't leave you alone."

I nod my head in agreement. "I'll try my best. If things get too bad...maybe I'll just take a leave."

"I'm sorry." He sighs. "I let this happen to you. It's all my fault."

I grab his arm. "Don't blame yourself, it's what Daniel would want."

He doesn't bother looking over at me. "I'm suppose to protect you and keep you and all of the children safe. I couldn't even do that and I'm the leader of the protection faction. I'm such a joke."

I lean over and cup his face in my hand, I move his jaw so he's looking at me. "You saved me Eric, you got me out of there. None of the children are hurt and Daniel is dead. You are far from a joke."

"I failed you so many times, Elena. I don't want to do that anymore."

"You haven't failed me, Eric," I say softly.